Yeah they weren't too happy. My buddy Jay didn't much care. It was funny, the Suzuki was rusty so water would pour in. We'd be sitting in it.
So the buildings on the river there, a lot have balconies or patios. Our friends Beth and James (James' hobbies include drinking beer and pissing in the lake beside people) got married at one Halloween two years ago. It was an open bar and I got right shitfaced. I had about 15 drinks, every one different. From a Manhattan to a rusty nail to a whiskey sour, you name it. Ian, who went to Chicago with me, and Steve, one of our gay friends, matched me drinkfor drink pretty much. I remember a surprising amount. I went out for a smoke and yelled at strangers that my car had been stolen. Turned out Heather moved it so I didn't get a ticket. Man she was pissed at me. Across the street is an 1870's era hotel where we spent the night. It's supposed to be haunted but I passed out. It was a real mess.
